Dear, good our people ...
Dear, good our people, Like a holy fool, trusting. Like a circus, he is Guttarchev ... He lives with difficulty from year to year, And holding out a hand In vain, he is waiting for help, Doomed only to flour ... Justice will not come Until he turns to her, And she will not look into her eyes, So it will live in deception ... © Copyright: Abracadabra magnificent , 2015 Certificate of publication No. 115050204621